Fiction | Meet Me in Spurta

Hey, bro, I’d promised after the lecture to msg about the group. We meet in the Spurta app Sat. Every week. Full day with a break for lunch. The mornings are for fighting. The evenings are fucking. You don’t have go full-body for the arena but turn on ALL your haptics for the temple. Whatever …

Fiction | Demonic Garage

Someone’s going to have to lend a hand. © calibra ​The demon gave up on tempting Irwin from his seat in the back corner of Irwin’s garage. He’d sat on the raised platform by the door into the house too long, apparently. The metal legs of his chair clanged on the concrete floor. “How long you …